''It's been 2 weeks since me and Maka started dating… and I gotta say, I did great'' Soul said to the short blue shaggy haired boy sitting opposite him in the DWMA canteen.
''you sure did. Almost as good as I would've done!'' Black*star quirked in return.
''dude, don't even go there, there's no way Maka would go for someone like you'' He leaned back in his chair and rested his arms behind his head ''anyway, what about tsubaki? Don't you like her?''
Black*star snorted and out down his sandwich. ''I know she likes me, she's way too quiet though. I mean, she's nice, yeah… but if she opened out a little bit more I may go for her.''
Soul spun his cutlery between his thumb and forefinger, chuckling slightly
''black star, you still fail to amaze me''
''well, I did surpase god!''
''I mean, I never thought you could get more stupid than you already were''
Soul burst into laughter and settled his knife back down on the table
''SOOUUULLL'' a cheerful shout came from the canteen as Maka came through the door.
Soul's face brightened as soon as he saw her and he stood up, ready to hug his meister and lover.
Their arms interlinked as she wrapped them around his waist
''I love you soul'' she muttered as she buried her head into his shoulder
But pulled away after she realised everyone in the room with staring at them.
Soul looked down on maka as he smiled ''lets go outside, shall we?'' he took Maka by the hand and walked happily towards the exit.
Across the room, a boy sat scowling at soul with his yellow eyes. Two girls flanked him, wearing identical clothes and both blonde haired.
''liz, patty, I'm gonna do it''
''do what, kid?'' the smaller of the two girls giggled
''sort out that guy's hair… it just sickens me.. with it all slanted on one side'' his gaze fixed on soul as he left the room
''kid, just leave it. He did nothing to you. Anyway, your hair is just as unsymmetrical as his!'' the other girl exclaimed.
''no! don't mention that! ..this is something I must do'' Death the kid stood up abruptly, pulling out a can of hairspray out of one pocket and a comb from the other. ''we're getting that hair symmetrical!''